WHISTLE OF THE GREEN

WHISTLE OF THE GREEN

Before the alarm, before the yawn,
Swaying there wings, chirp at first light, morn breeze
there essence makes our refreshing soul sway,
those dew drops at the greenery,
give a diamond shine to the whistling morning,
Nature is not what you see, hear, smell,
It is what you feel, because it is the whistle of the green.

Then the father of all, shines its pride from the east
Blooming the sunflowers, in the seek of a cohort
Thriving the animals, in the lookout of drops of life,
Increasing the competition for food, between breeds
Germinating new saplings in a hope of a smile on the seeds,
Nature is not what you see, hear, smell,
It is what you feel, because it is the whistle of the green.

Then sets the shine, with a joy of today and hope of tomorrow,
Generating a breezing, cool red sky, Speaking its beauty, without words
That silence, below the soft glare of the moon,
And the twinkling beads, like decorating the heaven on earth,
And the garden breeze winds, summing up the beauty of god,
Nature is not what you see, hear, smell,
It is what you feel, because it is the whistle of the green.

Tend to forget the past, being lost in the present, having a glimpse of future
Nature may not be our parent or teacher,
But a messenger of god, to emphasize its creation,
You don’t see the wonderful language of nature,
It is what you feel, because it is the whistle of the green.

So at last, with a spirit of charm, and the thought of the calm,
We would plead to hear the cries of the nature,
What is it trying to call for, in spite of its beauty,
Calling for help, to make your fore sons feel the beauty,
It would like you to save itself from the disaster and calamity,
As nature is not what you see, hear, smell,
It is what you feel, because it is the whistle of the green.

-MANAS JHA